Wicked

I won’t ( soothe ) your pain I won’t ease your strain You’ll be waiting in vain I got nothing for you to gain ♛♛♛ I’m taking it s l o w ( Feeding ) my flame Shuffling the cards of your game▬ And just in time In the right place Suddenly I will play my ACE

[drakesully]

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[melaniebrooks-blog1]

drakesully:

The freeing sensation was short lived, Melanie’s conflicted expression drenching him in guilt. It was far more information than he cared to give her, their budding relationship– if you could call it that– was weak and this knowledge no doubt put a new strain on it. His outburst couldn’t be helped, it had been on his mind since he set off for this trip and his feelings for Melanie made him worry the past might repeat itself in someway. “I… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said any of that,” He mumbled, tears receding as he weakly pulled his face from her hands. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable and putting his walls back up. “I’ve got to take part of the blame; I didn’t stop her– I even encouraged her– when she began to initiate things… Though it’s probably best that you know that if you’re serious about wanting to try… this.”

She could almost seen the immediate shift in his mood as he suddenly closed himself off from her, physically stepping away from her touch. Leaving her hands with nothing to do but drop back down. Staring hesitantly at him as he moved away, she bit down on her lip again, shaking her head slowly. “No… Thank you for telling me. I’m glad I know- it helps me understand.” She began cautiously. “But she initiated things Drake, she was married to your brother and she still came onto you. I’m sure you’re not blameless but… nobody forced her hand.” She insisted, running her hands back through her hair again, before grimacing as the action caused a sting of pain to lance through her cut palm. “I’m serious if you are… Is that… what you want?”

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Even with her consolation Drake still felt in the wrong; he'd always been flirty with her, he never though it would go anywhere but when it did he welcomed it. His guilt consumed him daily, and though he got a beautiful boy from it he still wish he had done things a bit differently. What if he betrayed her the same way he did his brother? Right now he could never see himself doing that to Melanie, but like he said, fucking things up was a specialty of his. Silently, he sat down on the nearby rock, pulling Melanie to stand between his legs as he did. Taking a leap of faith he nodded, taking her injured hand and softly kissing her bandaged palm. "I'd like to try making you happy in whatever way I can if you would indeed have me."

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melaniebrooks:

“I’m not good at this stuff either Drake- we’re both learning.” She muttered, sighing slightly before her hands dropped back to her sides. It was almost ridiculous that two people who could be so good at other things, were utterly disastrous when it came to talking about their feelings. He seemed confused to her, but there was an obvious mirroring of her feelings for him, in his feelings for her. “That’s not what I’m trying to say- I wanted to have sex with you. Because I was already getting attached… You didn’t force me to do anything- I just. I’m the one who screwed everything up this time. Not you.” She insisted, biting down on her lip as she shot him a weak smile. “You don’t seem scared Drake, you’re always so confident, so sure about things. Sometimes I wish I could be more like you.” She explained, taking a step forward as she picked his hand up in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I just need to know if you really want to give us a go. Because if you do, then it’s worth the risk. You’re worth the risk.” Taking another deep breath, she shot him a tentative smile, before she paused again as he began to explain what had made him this way. So he’d had a secret affair with a married woman- his brother’s wife. She broke his heart. He had a kid- he had a kid. A son. The thought was like a slap to the face but she knew now wasn’t the time to be thinking about that in relation to them… Now she had to be there for Drake. Blinking slowly as she tried to make sense of what he was telling her. Suddenly a lot of things made a lot more sense. “Drake… That wasn’t your fault.” She began cautiously, hands moving up to rest on both of his shoulders as she turned him to look at her. “She’s the one who cheated on your brother- she’s the one living a lie now. Don’t let her hold that power over you, you deserve somebody better.” She insisted, cupping his face gently in her hands as she stared earnestly into his eyes. “I’m so sorry she hurt you Drake, for everything she’s put you through.”

The freeing sensation was short lived, Melanie’s conflicted expression drenching him in guilt. It was far more information than he cared to give her, their budding relationship-- if you could call it that-- was weak and this knowledge no doubt put a new strain on it. His outburst couldn’t be helped, it had been on his mind since he set off for this trip and his feelings for Melanie made him worry the past might repeat itself in someway. “I... I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said any of that,” He mumbled, tears receding as he weakly pulled his face from her hands. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable and putting his walls back up. “I’ve got to take part of the blame; I didn’t stop her-- I even encouraged her-- when she began to initiate things... Though it’s probably best that you know that if you’re serious about wanting to try... this.”

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melaniebrooks:

Biting down on her lip nervously as he suddenly grew silent, his mouth opening and closing like a fish… She opened her mouth to fill the tense silence and speak but was cut off as he began to explode. Causing her to shrink in on herself. “I had my reasons…” She began weakly, blushing again as he reminded her of the fact she’d been ignoring him for nearly two weeks. He’d nearly died. They’d both been out in that storm and anyone could have died. Odessa had died. What if it had been Drake? She couldn’t have gotten over that. She still couldn’t get over him. Resting her bow down carefully in a bid for more time to avoid the inevitable, she finally straightened and met his gaze, flinching slightly as he threw his bow aside. “No- I don’t know…” She mumbled, tears overflowing slightly and beginning to roll haphazardly down her cheeks. “Is that what you really want? Me to be honest?” She asked, gasping slightly as she tried to put a lid on her emotions. “I’m scared Drake.” She whispered, wrapping her arms around herself as she listened to him continue. He hadn’t slept with anyone since then, he wanted to try things her way… Did he really mean it? “I’ll try- I’ll try to be honest.” Lifting her hands back up, she ran them through her hair, taking a breath before she finally said what had been stuck in her head for weeks. “I don’t want to do things your way. I can’t just have sex with someone and not get attached- I can’t have sex with you and just act like everything is normal when I’m with you. You make me crazy. I haven’t felt like this since in the beginning with Everest. I’m scared of what that means. I’m scared of freaking you out. I don’t want you to break my heart Drake. I’d rather break it myself.”

“Yes, I’ve wanted you to be honest with me. How am I suppose to make you happy when you won’t tell me how?” His temper cooled, her tears leaving his anger simmering deep in his belly, even the mention of Everest did not make his jealousy flare as she continued to cry. He watched as she barely held herself together, her thoughts causing her to burst at the seams like his was, only it showed itself in a different way. It was a relief to find out she was scared too, not that she should be, but it was comforting to know that his growing affection wasn’t going to complete waste on a girl who cared nothing for him. “You should have just said you didn’t want to-- I told you I would wait if that’s what you wanted. I didn’t-- don’t-- know what to do; you’re not the only one whose scared,” He frowned, his arms falling limply at his sides. “I’m scared for the same reason you are-- only I know I’m gonna be the one fucking things up, that’s what I do-- fuck up the lives of others. You want to know why I don’t do relationships, because, believe it or not, I did love someone once. She belonged to someone else, but it didn’t matter cause I thought she felt the same about me-- all it took was a faulty condom, and a positive pregnancy test for her to tell me that what I thought we had was all in my head. Now I’m watching my brother live what should be my life, and raising what should be my family-- and it kills me. God, I trusted her, believed she would be mine one day-- didn’t hide anything from her and it blew up in my face. The shittiest part about it is part of me still holds hope that she’ll choose me one day, and I’ll get that white picket fence life, and my boy will grow up calling me dad.” His eyes burned with tears he’d never allowed to flow, each breath felt like he was inhaling knives as his words brought back painful memories. He’d never got the chance to talk to anyone about what happened, he didn’t want people looking at Hayley as if she was some harlot, or treating Bentley different. It felt like a heavy weight had lifted from his body, each syllable he spoke another pound being lifted from his shoulders. 

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melaniebrooks:

“Why do you have to be so infuriating?!” She demanded, scowling now. “Fine. I’m not saying you’re responsible for everything! I’m just saying that I’m not normally this- this- flustered!” She snapped, before freezing slightly and beginning to blush. “I mean clumsy.” She amended, biting her lip as she swept her hair back out of her face with her uninjured hand. Stiffening again and blushing further, only this time from rage. “How. Dare. You.” She began furiously. “I can not believe that you’re throwing that that back in my face. I should never have slept with you. Is that what you’re trying to get at? That you regret it? Wasn’t I good enough? Or are you just pissed off that you’ve practically gotten through every girl in this camp and there’s nobody left to hit and quit it with?” She asked, eyes flickering with her inner anguish. “I hate you! I hate that you do this to me and don’t care at all- what is wrong with you?” She asked, tears beginning to fill her eyes as her anger turned to misery. “Maybe I don’t want to switch partners Drake, maybe I’m not that kind of person.” She sniped, crossing her arms again as she tried to hold herself together. 

He opened and closed his mouth but didn’t say anything, making sure to keep his temper in check; it was more himself he was angry at rather than her. “Me? Me-- infuriating?! Stop acting like I’m in the wrong-- you’re the one whose been avoiding me like the plague since the moment we left that tent; this conversation could have been much more civil had you grown up and talked to me.” Drake roughly tossed aside his bow and arrows, it appeared they’d be there for awhile. “Is that what you want to hear? That I regretted it? Will it make it easier for you to hate me-- give you an actual reason to pretend I don’t exist? ‘Cause I swear to the God above, I’ll say what ever you fucking want me to say if you’re honest for once about what you want with me. Make all the snide comments about my sex life as you want, but I didn’t regret sleeping with you and I haven’t slept with anyone since-- because I said I wanted to try it your way, so I have been; obviously our ideas of what each other wanted wrong.” 

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melaniebrooks:

“Oh please, I don’t have to have a dirty mind just to be able to understand half the stuff that comes out of your mouth that is a double entendre.” She complained, eyes narrowing in irritation as he looked up challengingly at her. He always did this, or was it always her? One of them was always looking to rile up the other… which they did, extremely successfully. “I do not have a tendency to get myself hurt- maybe you’re just a bad luck magnet and it keeps falling to me when I’m with you!” She suggested with a scoff, eyes narrowing again at his comment. “Then I would have pulled my own shirt off and used that because once again, I can take care of myself.” She reiterated with a stubborn groan. “Jumpy and impulsive my arse. You’re the one who makes me that way! We probably wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t volunteered to go with me- why did you do that, by the way?” She demanded, stopping her rambling to ask him a genuine question. “What would you care? And what does that even mean? That ‘you won’t go anywhere’?” She muttered cantankerously. 

“I don’t believe I was there when you hurt your ankle, or did my very existence cause you to trip over your own feet?” He asked sarcastically, his eyes widened in bewilderment, an amusement-less laugh following. “Oh, I bet you would. Is that what ‘doing things my way’ means? Embracing you’re inner tart?” Drake refused to believe she do something like that-- if lite sexually innuendos were enough to bring a blush to her cheeks, and her persisting wholesome behavior was not a facade, he had a hard time believing she’d so flippantly strip off her shirt. She wouldn’t offer anyone such an easy view to scantily clad body, he was sure of it... His mind floundered for an answer to her question, fists growing tight as he remained tongue tied. His mind bombarded him with the answer, which he refused to say aloud, much less to her. There were things-- feelings-- he didn’t want to admit to having, or that they even existed; they made him feel weak, and foolish. Speaking them would make them real, and a small part of Drake still hoped they’d go away. “It doesn’t fucking matter, it’s too late to change partners now,” He snapped, nostrils flaring and eyes sharp. “Let’s just get on with this-- fucking Hell.”

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melaniebrooks:

“That’s… that- I- I don’t have a dirty mind!” She protested, cheeks flaming bright red at his nonchalant comment. Biting her lip slightly as he tied the make-shift bandage off, she glanced down again at her hand, frowning at the amount of red she’d spilled over both of them. “I don’t know what you think I’ve been doing with your knife… but it’s clean.” She insisted, crossing her arms across her chest as soon as he was done wiping her clean. “I’m fine.” She repeated, stubbornness beginning to colour her words. “I don’t need you to take care of me.” She added, shooting him a look that was a mixture of frustration and confusion. “Don’t you have better things to do than to babysit me? I’m amazed you’re not bored of me yet.”

“You keep saying that, but the more time I spend with you the less I believe it.” Head tilted down, focusing on soaking up the last of her blood, he looked up at her with challenging look. “You’ve a tendency to get yourself hurt, now imagine if I weren’t here ‘babysitting’ you, do you think anyone else would let you ruin their shirt? You’re too jumpy and impulsive, anyone else would be sending you back to camp to the medics,” Drake huffed, knowing this was probably not true but to grumpy to care. “I didn’t join you to fraternize, I came to hunt, and to make sure we didn’t lose another member of our group-- and to show you that I’m not going anywhere.” 

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melaniebrooks:

“Why do you have to make everything sound like a sexual innuendo?” She asked, in an attempt to lighten the mood and get her mind off the pain. She wasn’t exactly looking closely, but hoped she was right in thinking that the blood was beginning to clot. “I’m a good clotter, I used to scrape my knees up and everything all the time as a kid… haven’t died of blood loss yet.” She chirped, rambling nervously as Drake pulled off his shirt. Reminding herself to keep her jaw from dropping open and to keep her eyes off his chest. She cleared her throats and lifted her gaze heavenwards. “Fine with me, just don’t make me look at it.” She mumbled, cheeks reddening again as she heard the rip of his shirt. Apparently fate had decided fair was fair and now they were both one shirt down.

“I think your dirty mind is more to blame than myself.” He feel back into silence, letting her babble on. Convinced she was too busy rambling about her clotting behaviors Drake made sure the bandage wasn’t painfully tight, or too loose before tying it off. “If you die from that it’ll be of an infection not blood lose,” He responded dully. “I think you’ll be fine, but if it begins to feel weird or starts bleeding excessively we’ll head back, just keep an eye on it.” He used his shirt as a rag, wiping off his hands and anywhere on her arm where her blood had trickled. He suddenly felt uncomfortable with the situation and what to do next; he wasn’t angry at her just then, or exasperated with her carelessness, but he felt he was supposed to say something-- like she was expecting him to as well-- but he just didn’t know what.

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allegrapace:

Allegra turned only momentarily to shoot him a glare and flashing him the middle finger, continuing on with the task at hand. It took several minutes and a lot of tearing up large leaves in hopes of finding ones that would be sturdy, yet big enough to wrap the newly acquired meat in. Despite her want to dawdle on her way back, the last thing she wanted was for the kill to be covered in insects by the time she returned, making for a short and quick trip back to the site. “I do hope that you were also looking rather than just sending me out while you stood around.”

Allegra returned with an armful of leaves, and hair slightly ruffled from her trek through the trees. He turned to her upon hearing the brush crunch beneath her light footsteps. “Oh yes, I was-- and I had we not already gotten this beast I would’ve suggested we go after the one I found running by moments ago,” He commented halfheartedly. “Good job, now let’s get these back to camp so you’re not stuck with me any longer, yeah?”

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allegrapace:

“Rude.” Allegra chided, slumping her shoulders in defeat. “Fine, but you’re still the worst.” she said, huffing as she walked off, remembering a few plans they had passed that would provide the ideal wraps.

Drake feigned a look of offense as she turned to walk off. “Just remember to scream should you need rescuing,” He laughed, watching her pick her meander back the way they came.

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melaniebrooks:

It had been reassuring to carry something she knew she could defend herself with, and while the only time the knife had been used thus far was to cut open her shirt… she felt attached to it. “Stop being a smart arse.” She complained frustratedly, biting down on her lip as he lifted the shirt and she was exposed to the cut again. “Oh God.” She groaned, averting her gaze with a grimace. “I don’t think it’s that deep… It just stings like hell.” She commented, breathing heavily again as she tried not to feel faint. Though she found her mind being taken off things as he gently rubbed her wrist. Another blush beginning to colour her cheeks. 

On second glance he was able to agree with her, though he wasn’t sure if it was fine enough for them to continue on. No matter what they decided it was in her best interest to keep it covered til they got back to camp. Once again he gently pulled his shirt away from her hand, worried it might cause her pain if the material had begun to stick to her skin. “We should cover it so it doesn’t get infected-- I think you should leave the shooting to me while we’re out here,” He grunted, removing his t-shirt and giving way to the tank top beneath. Producing his own knife he began to cut away a strip of his shirt then folded it so it was thicker. Drake laid the remains of his shirt over his shoulder as he began to tie the cotton strip around her palm. “Tell me if it gets too tight...”

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allegrapace:

“Well, make it three because we’re all going to be here for a pretty good while.” she pointed out, putting her hands up in defense. “Make fun of me all your want then. I’ll be out looking for supplies, stroking my hurt feelings and I may get lost and injured and that’ll be all on your conscious.”

“Actually it’ll be on you and the foolish decision to go off on your own,” He challenged, folding his arms across his chest. “But I really would like something to wrap this meat in, so if you could look for something that might do the trick that would be very helpful.”

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melaniebrooks:

She saw his hand just too late and as the pain set in, had to admit that his hand would have been the better option. As blood began to bead and trickle down her palm to the forest floor, she let out another groan. Her breath coming out in forced little pants, she tried not to flinch as she picked her hand up in his. “I didn’t MEAN to…” She snapped back at him, whimpering as he pressed his shirt against her palm. “It’s not my fault your stupid knife is so sharp.” She persisted, lower lip pouring out as she glared at him, even as her eyes filled with tears from the pain.

His chest swelled a little when his eyes landed on the knife he’d given her, secured to her waist. “It wouldn’t be much good if it wasn’t sharp now would it?” He snapped, lifting his shirt off the wound long enough to check it. The bleeding hadn’t slowed so he returned the clothe to her palm, his heart growing heavy at the tears growing in the corner of her eyes. “Does it hurt much?” He asked more softly, his thumb moving tenderly over the veins on her wrist.

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melaniebrooks:

Fidgeting as she set herself up with the bow, never a favourite weapon of hers… she let out another noise of irritation before shooting him a glower as he continued watching her. “Are you quite done?” She finally asked, relieved when he began moving again. The fact that she had no idea what they were after or how far they’d have to walk was yet another reason for her gaze to be downcast, allowing her to miss the frown he shot back at her due to her not paying attention to her surroundings. At a sudden noise from ahead of them, she let out a soft gasp, hand reaching down to grip at her knife. Though unfortunately having extended her arm just too far, she cut her palm along the sharp edge of the knife that Drake had crafted for her. “Shit!” She hissed suddenly, the pain alerting her to her mistake. 

Her small gasp startled him more than the sound deeper in the woods; his back stiffened, and hand automatically lifting towards her to stop her should something make itself known-- or if she decided to grab for it. There was a pained tone to her voice, and as he wheeled around to check on her he saw that it wasn’t his hand Melanie had grabbed for. Ruby liquid welled up along the cut on her palm, building til it streamed down her hand, sparkling under the sun. “What the hell did you do?” He asked roughly, rounding on her. Using the hem of his shirt he put pressure on the wound trying to stem the blood flow a little.

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allegrapace:

“In that case, I’ll just try to rile you up later, I’ll come up with something incredibly annoying to get under your skin with.” she joked. “Are you making fun of me? Because if you are, then I’ll just go look for something and maybe not come back.”

“You have your work cut out for you then, I already have two greatly irritating people in my life.” Drake got to his feet, wiping his hands on a moss covered rock. “Yes, I am, though I would prefer to have something to wrap these in.”